| I’m going down to the swamp
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| Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon
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| Well, I’m going down to the swamp
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| Going to watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon
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| You know the hound dog make-a music
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| On a summer night under a full moon
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| Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
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| Gonna catch a bream or maybe two
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| Lord, fetch my cane pole mama
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| Gonna catch a bream or maybe two
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| And when the hound dog start barking
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| Sounds like ol' Son House singing the blues
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| Hound dog sing that
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| Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
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| Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
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| When the hound dog starts singing
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| I ain’t got them big ol' city blues
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| Well, hey pretty mama
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| Lord, just take that city hike
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| Said go ahead pretty mama
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| Lord, just take your city hike
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| Well, I’d rather live with the hound dogs
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| For the rest of my natural born life
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| Singing that
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| Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
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| Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
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| Well, I’d rather live with the hound dogs
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| For the rest of my natural born life
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| Well, I’d wanna live with the hound dogs
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| For the rest of my natural born life |